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The third LARGE box of books is finally stacked, the receipts have been found so they can be returned. There will actually be room in the house again. Earl raises a brow at his love, "And what did we learn about shopping at a book bazaar while someone is playing the gift of pan?" BROW.

"You know, if we bought another bookshelf, we could fit them in the kitchen..."

"We already have food things in the kitchen, and I don't think you remember that unlike you, books can't squirm"

"Pah."

"You keep ten, books, and no sets do not count as one, and these rest go back "

"...do trilogies count as one?"

"I mean, Lord of the Rings was written as one, and broken up by the publisher..."

"Tis but one story..."

A brow "By that logic, heaven help us if you have history books.. because, you know- ongoing. No. We just don't have the room"

"ten?"

"Hopefully thin and small ones" He says looking at their limited space "Look the only way we'd get room would be.." He eyes a wall where his paintings are..then says "There's no room."

"so ten" he confirms

"I will find space in my room." Huff.

"For all three huge boxes?" He blinks "Zara you'll be living in a locker by the time you're done"

"But, unlike the food, I can squirm..."

"Not constantly, even the most nimble of sluagh eventually... have trouble with that"

Huff!

"Look how about we find out which ones aren't available at the many libraries.. you keep those ten... the rest we return and you can borrow them from said libraries in due time?"

"Mmph." A touch sulky.

It's not just merely a mention of the stories within, some of these are early editions. The smell is right. But he might have a point that if what is within comes first it would be...

Bronte HIsses at Earl... AGAIN.

"Oy vey" Earl mutters

“And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness.-Sylvia Plath" Bronte says

"Aye, darling. Well said."

A knock on the door from the outside

Zara goes to check the peephole.

It's Gaveriel with a gnosh! Err casserole.

She opens the door. "Miss Gaveriel. Hello."

"Gabby's fine" She reminds, "Hey... Ginger told me she felt bad... she didn't realize her traggo was gonna cut loose like that and apparently she cost you a small furking fortune.. and I said ? 'what she didn't dance or something? she shopped , what for?' and she tells me BOOKS.. that you had crates of it delivered... and I gotta admit, Z, I laughed at that because I would have done the same thing. Anyway, this casarole is kosher, leave it out a day or so and it should taste fine. It's her way of apologizing." The nocker does look beyond her curious.

"Aye? That is kind of you." A pause. "Would you care to come in? Perhaps... perhaps some of the books would appeal to you? I would rather they had a good home..."

"You kidding? I was hoping you'd show and tell... " She admits "But give away? Why?" She does come in.

"Someone thinks we don't have room..."

Bronte launches, only to alight on the newcomer for inspection. She smells of books.

A scritch under the chin for the dragon, "How you doing you little smauglette?" A blink "What, no room? What do you mean no room? There's always room for books."

"That is what I said."

"No there isn't" Earl's voice calls up, "The walls are occupodio"

Well, calls down

Gabby says "Zat so? I trust you have used sliding door tech and murphy bed like solutions already then?"

"Ohhh..."

"Uhhh..."

"Oooo" says the dragon

"What, you guys think the ideas on those tiny house shows are JUST for tiny houses? I can turn a stair case into a book case. I can create a warren of books in your crawl space if I secure it from the wet. " The NOcker says "Heck, Miriam could probably do it if you told her , I know she's the K-Nocker with the textiles but they got plans a rookie can follow"

"That... we might need to check with the landlord.. but, Earl - we could keep them AND hang thy art..."

"huh I .." Earl says "Gabby, if you could do that... I'd welcome it..and it sounds like Zara would adore it. Just ah.. ask Ginger not to gift of pan her when she's near books okay?"

"Kind of timid when it comes to serious shopping ain't he?" Gabby whispers to Zara

A shrug. "Iowan."

"Poor bastard" She says sympathetically

"Oh! Have you a place for new years? My family shall be up on Sunday..."

"No nothing for the day , I mean, I don't normally practice... but if you're inviting? sure. I won't gurk it up even."

"Well, everyone practices on holidays. Also, cake and apples and honey, nu?"